Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
UT,
The Move,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.